The maze was shook, My wound's still sore.
Open my heart, do it once more,
Or dance uncensored on the moving floor.
You choose not to even comprehend,
How quickly you lost your eyes,
Or how the sand felt through my fingers,
When you were the only beach I had.

I let you drip your hot sweat on my body,
Because I thought you promised to hold me.
How could you not?
If you had embraced the air,
And held my hand in September,
I wouldn't be happy now,
And you wouldn't either.

All for the best,
Though If you weren't so mean,
We could've hated each other more,
But at least had some fun inbetween.

© ManWithoutSelf